Othorized F.A.M. - Streets Is Like (Clash of the Titans) lyrics

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Othorized F.A.M. - Streets Is Like (Clash of the Titans) lyrics

Feat. Lighter Shade [Intro: Molly-Q] You feel that? Yeah... [Chorus 2X: Molly-Q] Street is like clash of titans, word fighting Thrill of victory, got you all uniting Rainbow coalition, till you all re-lighting City never sleeps, it's thunder and lightning [Shawn Wigs] Yo, it's the verbal a**asinator, twenty six alternator Black books and blueprints, any links Hold scotch and arma' drinks, ice links, eye of the sphinx With duel action, fifty green jackets Pockets blender, Othorized the agenda Wiganomics, you can me, Tony Soprano Or a box of the Cuban cigars, Hector Hermano Thugged out, my black in style be rare form I stand like Saddam in a sand storm Stand like slaves in a ship, like j**s in the Holocaust Crime boss in the fed pent, astouned like made men Running at you, again and again [Lighter Shade] For pots and plots, school of hard knocks Youngsters busting for props Holding they co*ks, I pick the lock at Fort Knox Move militant, intelligent, dilligent soldiers We hold as a dark light, get folded, rainbow colors Two hours linking, where your verbal get slaughtered Where your ties with four horsemen, stretched and caught Left behind the torso, force flow, how the military k**ed ya morse code Silence type violent, rock the purple heart like Randy Moss, yo Joe Joe, mighty snow that folds the globe, we out of control Iced out try this, I'm God, Godfather, Don Dada Marijuana, backing the sequel Fifth element, in my click, everyone's equal Flat line ya people, crush ya titans of evil [Chorus 2X] [Lounge Lo] Aiyo, my gun fire spit sharp, the dirty dungeon where the pits bark Up in Park Hill, is where the chips start Grand finale, I just got back from Cali With a chunk of weed, and the drug game, is where they fight for green Real cats, thugged out, and blood of winners Who I am with, my Othorized team, I drop slang with n***as know me, don't you know Lounger Lo-ey Silencer weed, puff trees up in the Pokey And Jones smokey, that be my man layin' low key You told the D.E., I got his back, plus he hold heat I spit something, an*lyze cats, before we rip something We them cats out to get something, n***a [Molly-Q] Sarcarsh and suffering catash, my life flash Where titans rap, to clash my course, with another graph In fact, I inflict the rap page, you insist To test the cyber city, pump up your fist if you love this sh** The red carpet lyricist, Othorized with twin fists I hit, abandon ship, armed and danged', I'm arrogant Vocalist, we hold the medalist, worldwide, the poetrist Fabulous, in the ghetto like Mack 10, pen spreads Straight across the paper and action, crack lens Entourage charged, crowd be marking large We want, cut through the parmagene, we ghetto Gods Talk violent, tear up on ya a**, calling me rash Cash on door, past course, having flash thoughts Your fortress, matress, I flipped it, you panicked Dramatic front page of the advance, the average kid Split you apart, word to word, eating adverbs sh**tin' no less, paragraph giving heart burn Seventh inning stretch armstrong, leave the bench warmed Staying mad walls, pave my waves with asphalt [Chorus 2X]

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